Jaci vs Salome 1
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Salome has been worried about the Tournament of Pleasure ever since she lost her first match. Though she has been opened to a whole new world of experiences and delights because of her previous match, she's been haunted by dreams filled with guilt. Little does she know that elsewhere, another Champion of the Tournament also dreams...
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The Adventures of Tik Tik is a fantasy erotica series about the travels of a kobold wizard named Tik Tik. She seeks out new friends to meet and learn both the secrets of magic and the fun of various ways of having sex.
The Tournament of Pleasure is a story arc in my ongoing The Adventures of Tik Tik series. In this fantasy erotica story line, the gods have decided to test mortals in their skills at sexual powers after Tik Tik opened up the secrets of eroarcana (sexual magic) to the world. Champions from throughout the world and beyond are selected to go head-to-head against each other in a martial and sexual fight, facing each other in public displays of skills until their opponents give up or are unable to continue the contest. Rules are lax and personal glory is on the line. However, it seems there might be more going on behind-the-scenes
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The sheet draped over her naked form is false mercy. From beneath it, she could hear the murmurs of the likely large crowd that gather to witness her very public end. Such murmurs were silenced when the executioner at last speaks.
“We are gathered here today," he declares, “to bear witness to the final moments of the profane knight, Salome! She has been stripped of her sword, her armor, her status, her anonymity, her modesty--"
At this, the sheet is ripped away, baring to the onlookers Salome's gray skin, many scars, and demonic complexion. The lewd shibari bindings trap her arms and tail—tiny bells tingle, tied to her nipples.
“--and soon her dignity and her life!" the executioner continues. “The public will refrain from hurling anything save insults at Salome in her final moments, that her flesh may bear naught but her own sins as she faces her death!"
The fiend-blooded is hoisted up by her legs by two guards even as a third maintained a grip upon bound wrists to keep her from even trying to hide. This bares her womanhood to the gathering and opens her up to her subsequent fate: a mobile wooden horse with a pair of devious dildos where she will be seated. Without much difficulty, somehow, Salome is fitted onto both rods. The unexpectedly tingling sensation distracts her from the guards binding her ankles, wrists, and even neck to the contraption. This permits all to see every inch of her body... including the explicit penetration.
As the wooden horse moves through the crowd towards the execution center, several sensations rips through her at once. With the ropes tight against her body, the dildos pistoning at alternate paces within her pussy and anus, the jingling bells tugging at and bouncing on her nipples and the judgemental gazes and harsh words of the massive audience, Salome suffers from a combination of overstimulation and overexposure. All eyes are drawn to her, regardless of reason, and she can't hide any of her drawn-out humiliation. By the time she is escorted to the center of town, the disgraced knight was too spent to resist being pulled off the horse and led to the guillotine on display.
Guided to kneel, her head secured in the pillory, panting from overexertion, Salome can barely focus on the swift sound of the blade falling onto her neck…
The sheet draped over her naked form is false mercy. From beneath it, she can hear the murmurs of the likely large crowd that gather to witness her very public end. Such murmurs are silenced when the executioner at last speaks.
“We are gathered here today," he declares, “to bear witness to the final moments of Jaci, the witch! She has been stripped of her magic, her modesty--"
At this, the sheet is ripped away, baring Jaci's naked body--bound to a wooden X-frame--to the onlookers. In addition to the scar over her eye, her skin is adorned with various runes that seal her powers.
“--and soon her mortality!" the executioner continues. “After countless years avoiding her fate, this witch will finally burn!"
The fire starts at her feet as the audience cheered for her demise. Any of Jaci's struggles does little more than cause her heaving bosom to jiggle as the flames lick at her flesh. Any hopes she has of escaping when the runes wore off were dashed as they burn her skin even more than the searing heat did. The warding even prevents any last-second rescues; as the fire rose higher, Jaci closes her eyes...and accepts the inevitable…
Salome leaps up from her bed, her sweat making her nightgown cling to her body. The chaos-born knight throws off her covers and reaches for her neck, seeing that she is still attached. She sighs, her heart beating a mile a minute. Standing up, she walks over towards the window, pulling the curtains away. Below her is a city of unimaginable grandeur--Anteronia. Seeing it reminds her of the wonders of the Nexus and the fact that she is here, at the city hosting the Tournament of Pleasure. Sleep has been fitful for the knight ever since her match with Tessra Zensekai. The dimensional traveler had opened the knight's eyes to a world where she need not be afraid of who she is or whom she loves. Yet, the lingering feelings of guilt still gnaw at her subconscious.
Still... up until that point of execution, that dream wasn't all that bad, actually…
“Jaci?"
The voice of her Mistress imp abruptly opens her eyes as the magical girl swiftly awakens within the sanctuary she--perhaps needlessly--protected. She rubs her eyes, briefly feeling the cold sweat of her brow...which dots the rest of her scantily clad body.
“D-did you need me, Mistress Mori?" Jaci asks groggily, ashamed that she wasn't immediately ready to serve.
“No, but the Tournament soon requests your presence," Mori revealed. “You have another battle ahead of you."
Jaci frowns, clearly confused. “...but I lost my fight."
“Yes, to Libi," the imp confirms, “but Tik Tik explained that the Tournament of Pleasure is double-elimination. You are up against another fighter who also lost in the first round... but perhaps your recurring dream has impaired your ability to take part?"
Jaci shakes her head, gathering her day clothes and walking towards the bathing area.
“It's just my mind remaking what I've already experienced," she dismisses the nightmare. “This tournament can't do much against one who's died before..."
Salome quickly dresses in a simple tunic and makes her way through the palatial accommodations that is unlike any other inn she had stayed in during any of her travels. There, she would head to one of the bathhouses and enjoy a soak to get the reminders of her nightly terrors out of her and to perhaps meditate more on her purpose and place in the world.
Also, she must consider the Tournament, as she is not done with it yet, but awaiting her next opponent. Would it be someone who will take advantage of her awkwardness? Someone she finds repulsive? She shudders at the thought of having to face someone like that rapacious tiger; most of the males, in fact, give her pause.
Luckily, she won't have to worry about them in the bathing suite. She takes a deep breath and pushes the door open, stepping inside.